In the days I went a courtin' I was never tired resortin' To an ale-house or a playhouse and many's…
Well, in a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound Many an hours sweet happiness,…
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a horse outside the door…
I met my love, By the gas works wall. Dreamed a dream, By the old canal. I kissed my girl,…
In Dublin City in nineteen thirteen The boss was rich and the poor were slaves The women working and children…
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an'…
Oh Polly, love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun And we must go a-marching at the beating of the…
Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown. Are the passing tales and glories, that once was Dublin town. The…
On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down And I took out me fiddle for to…